Jan Cox Talk 0948

The Word “Faith” Is the Attempt to Name the Unnameable

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#948 Mar 18, 1992 – 1:00 
Notes by TK

Kyroot to :34. The word “faith” is the attempt to name the unnamable. Faith is implicit admission of ignorance. How else explain its thriving survival for all history?


The News

The teacher in city school told the class, “Say, look here — if life had wanted you to think about things in different ways — say, look here, it’da given you a brain.”

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…and Kyroot noted: Most idiocy comes in groups.

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As regards the neural revolution: A “listening experience” is not a full experience.

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When one being attacked yells, “Cheap shot!” he has been hit by a valid, though unusually annoying round.

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A man with a secondary agenda is doomed to whine.

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As it made its way through the tricky city journey one mind thought, “The fear of being injured is almost as good as actually being so!”

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One level day, the Court Thinker said to the king — so quickly as to only be heard once — this: “The world is not round by accident!”

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A man with biscuits and gravy on his tray in the cafeteria line, said to his friend, “I have come to suspect that our ordinary thoughts are to our intellectual potential as a dwarf’s ass is to a dog’s nose.” (A dollar thirty-nine, tax included.)

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The hot gossip in one universe is that before their local god got his present gig he used to be a waiter!

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Last weekend, the city’s Official Folk Singer introduced his latest work, (which, as might be expected to follow such a set-up, went like this): “Oh, I’m on a mysterious journey, I’m on a mysterious journey…I HATE mysterious journeys!!” …(De people A-T-E I-T U-P!!)

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A chap over near the college coffee shop says he’s learned something about people’s attitude toward the mind and speech by observing that in the musical realm there are those who like vocal works and those who enjoy only instrumental, and that the last group are a bunch of “frightened Nellies.”

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…then Kyroot left this “Cheerful Wake-Up Call:” As long as you’re ordinary, you can’t “do wrong” — it’s impossible. (Yes, thank you, and, have a nice day. …[“Hey, Hubert, did he say nice DOG or day??…”])

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…and Kyroot noted: We received this letter from our audience: “Dear Kyroot: My brother and I have been watching your show, and thinking about the things you’ve talked about and now one of us believes that if you were an intellectual revolutionist your life would be more complex and stressful, while the other one believes your life would be simpler. Now my question to you is — which one of us believes which?” …(And who says everyday life still can’t produce a few surprises?!!
…Okay, if that’s the way you feel — provide your own like the rest of us!)

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One man lived inside a bear costume; he came to like it so well that he then lived inside a bear. (Note: This story W-I-L-L N-O-T F-L-Y outside of 3-D nurseries, but there! — wow-wee!! — it’s a run-away hit!)

…..Follow-up rebel axiom: What you don’t eat — eats you.

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Once he realized that his son was all-too-human the ole man advised him to never think any more than was necessary; (on good days the elder’s middle name was, “Inexplicable Compassion.”)
…(Kyrootian Footnote: Even those who don’t understand the above understand enough to wish they could do it to themselves when it would help.)

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…and Kyroot observed: On that “special day” the spirit of the city rose high and called out to the people: “To live the full life of the complete-citizen, never forget the ‘Three S’s’! — WHAT!!, you’ve forgotten them already?!!”

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And just as things were “ready to start” many people wanted to leave! …Hell, why should I lie to you! — damn near everybody wanted out.

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(I don’t suppose he’d mind me telling just you guys) — There was one rebel thinker who eventually thought — (just once, just for a second) — “I may live in the city, but the city lives not in me.” …(A stripped down version of this could read: “I may be dumb but I ain’t dumb.”)

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When things didn’t go as he wanted, this one man would say, “My allergy’s acting up.”

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The talking mind of one universe thought: “There is safety in roundness.” …(And a local reality later declared, “By god, we’ll have symmetry around here or heads-will-roll.” And all of the creatures yelled — “Run for your fuckin’ lives!”)

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One guy suspected on his own that if a REAL man, “knew-the-truth” he’d be at least enough of a REAL, real man not to ever TELL you.

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…then Kyroot brought out this update of himself: To be original is to be alive; to be a plagiarist is to be alive and ordinary.

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Whenever this one guy would feel weak and inconsequential he’d just remind himself that the major portions of his world’s religious scriptures where given over to recounting how often the creatures had made the gods mad.

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…then from Anchorperson Kyroot, this urban news: In one city, sewage was the official currency.

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One guy thought, “Maybe if I take in enough drugs my brain will become a drug!” (And the drugs he was taking in thought, “Where does he think we came from in the first place!”)

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…then Kyroot read another, “Hey! — Get-Outa-Here, Fairy Tale:” There was once this bus that wanted to go where no bus had ever gone before, but since perforce, such a destination HAD NO NAME, everyone told him he couldn’t possibly go there!

……and a quick witted viewer says: “S-a-y…that story smells a-w-f-u-l-l-y familiar — and dangerous!” …(Well sir, if you’d care to play symbolism even a bit further, try it this way: Once a civilization progresses, they go from horses and buses that can roam all over the landscape, to trains which can only follow all ready laid out tracks. …[And the guy says, “That’s even more disturbing to think about.”])

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…then the trans-city surgeon, Dr. Kyroot noted: Everyone has something in their blood that keeps them alive; …no, I don’t mean just more blood.

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Once the rain had cleared, and people were again out in the park, a chap climbed upon the speaker’s stump and addressed those there, “Life loves and rewards those who secretly assist it in its struggles.” And a man in the crowd said back, “Yeah, by killing them.” And the speaker got the blues so bad he had to stop and go call his mother.

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And now — Big K’s Blue-Light Special Hint For The Day: Beyond self-reference may be another self.

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…and Kyroot noted: One city chap, after hearing it said that “the context should fit the occasion” rushed out and got some real small undershorts, and a real tight hat.

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…then Kyroot gave the Trick Of The Day: What does it take to be this “revolutionist” thing? You’ve got to first be this revolutionist thing. …(“I say, ole sport, did he say ‘Trick’ Of the Day, or Trick Question?”)

…..then, apparently based upon the assumption that “one page follows another,” a viewer writes thusly: “If, as I continually suspect I hear you say, that you CAN’T ‘get there from here,’ it causes me to further suspect that there may not actually BE a ‘here’.” …(He does go on to say that the whole prospect scares the piss out of him, but he doesn’t want me to admit it to you.)

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And another viewer says: “I’m still stuck on your last program: WHY should you tickle-a-man when he’s down?…”

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Again, trying to act as his own ole man and kid, one guy said to himself, “Okay, me-kid, I guess you could say that everyone starts out with a mind that’s not all that attractive — well, just look at the brain, all wrinkled and yucky, but still — you don’t have to make it worse!”

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Then from the city’s cortical-cake, out jumped this scantily clad, grand prize, (which said): “If you’re not critical — why change? And, if you are — you can’t! Ta ta — Have a nice day.”

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When they didn’t know where they were going many people were ready to travel. (Why don’t they come over here.)

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Once a year, (on his, or some body’s birthday), this one local god would say to the creatures: “Remember — there are — were — N-O S-U-C-H T-H-I-N-G-S as, ‘seminal events’ — and if there WERE, you disremember ’em correctly!”

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…then Kyroot read the scores from last night’s game: Red Team: “Do men congregate into groups so that they can tell lies to one another?” Green Squad: “No, more like so they can make history palatable.” …(And a man outside the stadium with a squirt gun, but no ticket asks, “Just what is the dorky difference between ‘history,’ and the ‘past’?” …[Don’t anyone dare answer that man — I told you he doesn’t have a ticket!])

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There was once an artist, who, when he would paint what was obviously a dance, would label it, “The Dancer.” (He later became Q-U-I-T-E A C-I-T-Y himself!)

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People who are unusually impressed by certain and particular words are the easiest to impress. …(Upon hearing this “Kyroot,” one man immediately conceived and thought, “And let that be a lesson to me!”)

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Our friend the Advice Doctor says he received the following letter: “Dear Doctor: How can you really tell if you’re crazy or not?” Well, Dear Sir: That is why life has so kindly arranged men into groups, and provided them with institutions into which they can gaze and see reflections of what life wants them to believe they should be.

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…then Kyroot noted: According to the menu, the special for the day was: “In order is health: In order is boredom.” — (and all of the fry-cooks yelled out as they ran, “Not for us there ain’t!”)

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…then Kyroot mentioned: Some good advice found in the pants pocket of a chap headed for the city: “A man who can help himself might be able to help you!: (Other than that, just look for a sober bus driver).”

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On one planet, as their first, post-natal gift, life gives each little baby a bracelet that suggests, “Surrender As Soon As Possible.”

……..but just to, (Har Har), keep things fair and on the up-and-old-up, Kyroot added: But o-f c-o-u-r-s-e: In the healthy heart of the not-to-be-missed city, to “surrender” — is to live!
…(And a viewer from W-A-Y off writes: “I just double-dog hate it when you’re fair.”)

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A man with some tangible possessions says he’s about figured it all out: He says that you can either “Think more” yourself, or get somebody else to do it for you. (He says the only trick now is, how to “pay for it.”)

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…then as the lights dimmed, then brightened, then dimmed again, and then brightened back, Kyroot said: One man lived near a firing range — okay, why try to trick the likes of you — one man lived in a firing range — oh, all right, the real story — one man had a firing range living inside of him.

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And from that illustrious alleyway, the Whisper Man sends to the outside world his verbal gift for the day, (whispers he): “Just because something’s secretly true doesn’t mean it has to smell funny.”

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…and Kyroot mentioned: A guy writes and says: “After following what you’ve been talking about for a while, I tried to be a revolutionist, but then actually being in the middle of it seemed to disorient me; so now I’m back to just watching and listening. Thanks.” (Signed, “Yours Sincerely,” and so on.)

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For his term paper, one little synapse turned in this thesis: “A trip that goes anywhere is not really a trip.” …(I assume you can make up your own rebel version of this by now.)

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…then Kyroot brought our archaeological education up to date: There has been recently discovered, (in the ruins of a mental civilization that has yet to be discovered), an inscription on a temple that was obviously never used, (much less built), that says, (in a language yet to be deciphered): “A REAL man doesn’t NEED modifiers!” …(And, yes, the graffiti does end with an exclamation mark even though it hadn’t been discovered yet.)

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…and Kyroot warned: There is no such thing as the world’s strongest glue. …(Don’t be fooled by cheap originals!)

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Insisting it was his current “final word” on the matter, one man said, “I will show no pride in what I am — until I am.”

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Patriots hate art.

…..then Kyroot added that he considered putting an introduction to that last one, along such lines as this: “And now Kyroot offered another of those plain and obvious facts that no one wants to abstractly think about because it might reveal to them more than any ordinary human really cares to consider, (to wit): Patriots hate art. But he says that sometimes even an otherwise apparently “helpful preface,” or addendum can distract from what a clear and dangerous mind might perceive directly and instantly — so thusly, he didn’t…well…he didn’t until now; so that after having heard this second-page follow-up you can take it either way you like…just like the 3-D world intended you should…so, there!

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To try and help out, one guy wrote little notes to himself, and then laughed at the prospect.

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A certain abstractly leaning chap once told his younger kid,
(posing as himself), that everyone actually leads two distinct lives at the same time, and that only people with a special kind of thinking ability could ever see both. (This so upset — [or perhaps it was, inspired] — the lad that he immediately began to lead three.) …(The mayor of one fine city said that he wasn’t sure that the people should be allowed to “Hear stuff that doesn’t make sense.” And the city corrected him by saying “Forced to,” rather than, “Allowed to.”)

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And the Advice Doctor received yet another letter during this same general time frame: “Dear, Dear Doctor: Why does it cost to be ill, but not to die?” …(Oh!, and the Doctor replied, “Imagine that! Two letters in the same day!…)

…..Oh yeah, the Advice Doctor says that the way things are going he may try to put together his own show and ask for our time slot.

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One guy used to enter into discussions — until he realized how dumb they were. (“Discussions” now enters that category with him to join other already extant aspects filed there, such as, the weather, fame, and 4-way stop signs.)

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In a furious rage, after he found out he’d never become king, the mayor screamed out at the people, “Words don’t mean crap!” …(Thankfully — No harm done. [The hierarchy of the brain is such that potentially disruptive communication between the various areas is the exception.])

…..and a viewer asks: “Is the revolutionist’s way like an exception?”

…..I’m sorry sir, but it states quite clearly on the back of your ticket that once you become king you must stop “talking to yourself.”

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One man stayed S-O dizzy for S-O long that he no longer noticed. …(And twenty-seven people out running for their lives shouted back over their shoulders, “Hey! — that man is us!”)

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One day a penguin thought: “You know — you could be the smartest bird in the world, yet live among seals and it be meaningless.” …(and Kyroot continued: Okay, I’ll help do it for you, and we’ll pretend that some viewer wrote in and asked: “Dear Kyroot: In stories like the last one, are you really talking about how thankless it would be to be unusually intelligent while living among people so dumb that they couldn’t recognize your genius?, or, could you be talking about the microscopic, biochemical actions taking place within one person’s brain, and how such operations — appearing as seeming thought — keep a natural and discreet distance one group from another?, and if it is the latter then that could prove much more interesting — not to mention useful — than every fable ever told.” — [How was that?!!])

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One man thought, “Speech is to thought as foam is to waves.” (He tried to go further but got sea sick — see??…)

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Over on this other world, (with an atmosphere completely unlike yours), this one creature had a thing he’d stick into the other creatures; and it finally proved so interesting that they made him a local god. (And he later thought, “Big bloomin’ deal!”)

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…then “Teaching Assistant Kyroot” brought us up to speed in the nine o’clock class of, Efficiency 102: “Man is the only creature with a sense of fairness; man is the only creature born with a faulty set of scales.”

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Saturday, he called all the family into the dining room, had them sit down, then said, “Life is a waste of time if you plan to die.”; he then left the room, only to return almost immediately and say, “Correction: Life is a waste of time if you don’t plan to depart.” (Then he left again.)

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Shaking its head from side to side, the reflection of Kyroot said: “Sad, sad to say — but one man was born with his lips on backwards — but, glad, glad to say — it made no difference at all, since he grew up to be a person!”

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And a correspondent asks: “Let me get this straight: Are you saying that ordinary people are not serious in what they say and do, and that I therefore shouldn’t be concerned about it — or are you saying that they are serious and that I should be concerned about whether I’m taking it seriously or not?!!”
…(And Kyroot added: “It’s letters like this that make you glad you got up on some days…and wrote letters like this to yourself.”)

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One guy adopted this attitude toward life: “Hey! Enough’s enough!!…if you say it is, dear.”

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Everything that makes sense and is needed by the city has borders; revolutionist thought has none.

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One man kept his ancestors up in trees in his back yard — Nope!, no primitive religion — just a fact.

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When buses aren’t going anywhere they love to laud their schedules.

…..and a viewer asks: “Are buses like man’s institutions?”

…..and a second viewer inquires: “Is it ever possible to talk too much?…that is — if you’re on a bus?”

…..A young son of a viewer asked himself: “On the routine trip, what is the difference between talking and listening?”

…..And in another part of town an ole man was instructing his kid thusly: “Do note, my boy: Life has given man two ears, and only one mouth — and what might that tell you?” And the lad replied, “That you gotta talk twice as much??!!…”

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Revolutionist thinking, that is, getting your brain to work in areas presently inactive, is sort of like a vast, powerful and restless ocean becoming aware of itself.

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Local life told one guy: “Okay, I’m giving you FIVE MINUTES to ‘give it all up’!…and if that don’t do it, I’m giving you sixty more years and then killin’ you!”

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From mental uncertainty, men began to talk about themselves.
…(“Okay,” he added, “Try it like this: Out of desperation, men began to talk about themselves. …[You probably like the last version better, but the original is actually gooder.”])

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…then Kyroot passed along our, Fairy Tall Tale Of The Week: El grande rumor has it that there was once a revolutionist camp way far away whose whole approach was based on the rebels’ always remembering the distinction between what had happened to them, and what they had done…if there was one…and if there wasn’t — to make one!, dammit!!

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While everyone else’s mind was hooked up to the merry go round one guy’s was connected to the roller coaster…then, even later, to the “get away car.”

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And a viewer writes: “I’ve never watched your show and I’m glad.”

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In a three-D context, three forms of thought are possible with three corresponding, resulting sensations: One type of thought produces doubt, another fear, and the third type produces a revolutionist. — (Hah — Got’cha!)

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One reason that multiple realities exist is because the blood in one is made up of the stardust of another.

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Everyone keeps a continuing notebook, but the entries are in invisible ink; and guess what trick the revolutionist can do with his eyes?!!…Go on — Guess!…

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The course of proper instruction could go: First: Recognize that everything is just like everybody else says it is; then second: Realize that it’s not; then thirdly: Go on for yourself.

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And one guy thought, “If there was anything more fun than the revolution I’d do it!” — and then he thought, “Boy! — there’d better not be!”

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And a viewer writes to ask: “What is the correlation between Mary getting a Lamb, and the buses beginning to run?”
…( In some areas of all planets whenever lightning strikes the ground the dirt will hollar, “Hey! — What was that?!!”)